“Is there much of it there?”
“Bushels of it. These nuggets are as common there as pebbles are in your country.”
“Indeed!” the lad exclaimed, in wide-eyed wonder and admiration. “You goblins must be mighty rich.”
“We don’t put any value upon gold,” was the complacent reply; “we never use it at home.”
Bob was thoughtfully silent for some seconds.
“What’re you thinking about?” his companion inquired with a shrewd and cunning smile.
“Thinking how rich I can be when I go back home,” was the a frank admission. Then abruptly: “What’s that coming down the road yonder, Fitz?”
“Hello!” the goblin ejaculated delightedly. “We won’t have to tramp to the village. That’s a gooseherd. See; he has the geese tethered together with twine and is guiding them with a crook. We’ll wait here and buy them of him.”